It had never occurred to Rigel that Atair would be the second of their four to find his Soul Sewn. A First Wife, perhaps, but Soul Sewn was never a guarantee for them. Antares had been lucky - and Atair even luckier still - but Rigel not only saw their luck as a good thing for his brothers… he saw it as proof that they had chosen rightly. Even if Sakhmet (whose absence he notes immediately) did find a loss here, there had to be no question that Eness knew her own soul and what happiness it sought. He wonders if he shouldn’t go find her before Aldebaran made a mess of her pain with his intense need to see others happy or at least on the path to their happiness.

Sayyida, though, performs the office passably, speaking the intent of the formal words with a kinder expression than he had ever seen. He thinks that perhaps this should be the way of it, not the great pomp and circumstance and solemnity. Kindness, surety, and firmness rather than Cold judgement, Immovability, and Warning not to stray.

The Bride Price was fair, and actually one that Rigel had heard used many times when a First Wife was indeed the first wife of all that would come. It was actually a rare thing to be wed to a First Wife as one’s first time, thereby making her Only Wife until her Husband was freed by the Right of Golden Year. It was a fairly cheap price, save for the fact Rigel knew that Sayyida would understand the price of celibacy in Atair’s circumstances. He is glad that he had been unburdened of the knowledge of Atair’s experience and thus would know that a price too much higher might be unfair.

She turns, then, leaving the betrothed together alone with some distance acquired between the two pairs when he turns and walks with her. "Should I get Antares now, or?"

"No, no. A betrothal needs only be made by the Mira. The wedding is presided over by Antares, though you will be a presence at his flank in the form of Mira, First Wife, and Voice of Wosret combined." He smiles as he looks back at the lovebirds. "I prefer your method of betrothal, Sister. It demands the Bride’s Price but also wishes happiness and confirmation with joy. It is not the words, but I think the goddess would like these better.."

Then it is time for him to grin at her, eyes full of playfulness, "And I see what it is you did there, Sayyida. I think your jealousy has done yet another good deed. Perhaps, when it is time for Antares and you to make our new Kingdom of Faith, that should become tradition at long last. A First Wife should be given her Golden Year by law, not simply by some ‘gift’ in a Bride’s Price." He tilts his head, extending his nose towards hers with a soft and beseeching smile, "We have such struggles within us over the cultures we felt besmirched our upbringing. Maybe when there is no more Mahgrib or Mira in us, only this New World, we can make the laws and rites and claims that will bless both our Old Worlds… but please neither."